| An Unexpected Guest |
[03 Mar 2008|10:41pm] |
A late night. But all in all...a good one. Tonight, Jimmy "Bones" O'Reilly got a wake up call unlike any other. Police would be there in about fifteen minutes but Frank Castle had already left half an hour ago. One hand gripped the steering wheel as he drove to his shabby Gotham apartment, registered under the name Johnathan Smith. As common of a bullshit name as it seemed, it always worked and it kept him out of police suspicion - even that of Commissioner Drake. The other hand clutched his side, a part unprotected by his kevlar vest where one of Jimmy's boys caught him with part of a shotgun blast. He was in his T-Bird tonight. After the hit on Funderburg, he decided it would be a smart idea to somewhat lay low and not use the van. It had the possibility of sticking out like a sore thumb. No doubt Ronnie would have her troops on a manhunt for him after a hit like that. The car roared into the parking lot on the side of the building and he killed the engine. Releasing his wound, he opened up the car and shut the door after getting out as he made his way inside and up the flights of stairs until he reached the third floor. A bloody hand reached into his trench coat pocket and unlocked the door, allowing him to step into the dark room after he closed it behind him. Still in the dark, he removed his coat and threw it onto the couch just a few feet to his left, letting out a deep sigh as he had already realized something when he first stepped into the apartment.
( ...What are you doing here...? )
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| Two There Are: A Master and an Apprentice |
[03 Mar 2008|11:03pm] |
Who: Elektra Natchios and Mia Dearden
Where: E and Mia's Apartment
When: Late Night
The apartment Elektra Natchios had been sharing with Mia Dearden was spotless and smelled faintly of incense. Elektra had converted Mia's room into a Japanese style, allowing all furniture to be cleared aside for Mia to train. It was usually Mia's task to clean, but as of late, Elektra had grown restless, and took it upon herself to clean, organize and arrange everything as best as she could. For the last few months, the Greek woman had gone from assassin to intel officer. Any missions Mia, codename Paladin, undertook, were closely supervised by Elektra. Paladin was given the 5 W's, but the rest was up to her. It was late night now, but Elektra was wearing black workout clothing of a tank and shorts, furiously doing pushups using the hilts of her sai as her support.
Removing her white hooded cloak as she entered the apartment, Mia couldn't help throwing a snarky smirk at her mentor-slash-best friend. "Damn, woman... Billy Blanks ain't got SHIT on you..." She'd been through months upon months of intense training, nerve-wracking mental preparation, and more, but still... while it honed her body and skills, none of it could kill her sense of humor.
Elektra stopped, relaxing down on her knees when Mia entered the room. She was stone-faced as ever. It seemed only parts of Elektra had changed since her return from Japan.( How was the mission? )
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